And only that same gentleman could not resist all the other little coded bits: the name of the woman’s husband, “Ray,” for my Sonny; the use of ...he phrase “marital bed”—I remember noting to you how quaint I thought it when you said it during that actual afternoon of fucking when we reminisced about that torrid evening of fucking, so carefully described in “Listen.” There is, of course, the detail in your profile of your “location.” Your nom de plume, a bit of hiding-in-plain-sight, masquerading. For a moment I lay still and listened to her gasping sobs. Partly she was crying because of the pain. I had tied her elbows and wrists together behind her back before putting her in the cage, and then attached her bound hands to the top of the cage. She was kneeling, the top of her body horizontal and supported only by the rope tieing her hands to the metal. As her muscles failed her arms would be slowly pulled out of their sockets. Excruciating.But that wasn't the only reason why she was. Her nipples were not erect and that meant she was not aroused. And i could not fuck her if i cant arouse her. During the second round i rubbed her pussy slightly while stretching her legs and placed my finger on the camel toe while she pulling her legs behind towards her head.After 2 rounds she got so tired that i agreed not to go for the third round. As i could see that her nipples were erect and because of exhaustion and bit of excitement she was getting hotter from all the sides. I told her. He would like to go down Monday to take a look at the chronometer." That sounds great for me," Cynthia said. "Let's get Tiger and Squeaker and fill them in on our plans. I wonder what they came up with."Tiger and Squeaker came running hand in hand. You could tell by their tails that they were excited. They had talked over what we had discussed. They had called Zeth and had talked to him about being their architect. They gave him a home budget of unis 750,000.00 for the home. They had discussed.